
I just spent 2 depressing days at home. I am already tired of TV and books and CRUTCHES…wah..wah
Today I went my orthopedist. I got an appointment with the same guy that did the surgery on my ankle.
Well, obviously Monday is the busiest day at the Bone and Joint Center. I waited 2 hours to see the doctor. He looked at my foot and said it didn’t look broken but he would look at the xrays. Then he said that he didn’t see anything in the xrays so he ordered another set. Another hour went by and he came back and said: “It’s broken.”

He said the (fifth metatarsal) fracture was stable which is good. I asked if it was a Jones fracture or an Avulsion fracture (I did my Google research and they are the most common) and he said “Neither.”
He pointed to wear the break was and it is mid-shaft. He said it is not displaced and that is why it doesn’t hurt and is not swollen.
This doc is the same guy who replied after I broke my ankle “No promises” when I asked if I would run again.
So he gave me no info on my injury other than, “come back in 2 weeks so I can see if the bone remains in tact.” In the meantime, I have to wear that ugly shoe and use crutches.
It seems pretty senseless to be depressed. Tomorrow, I am going to the funeral of my neighbor who is also a fellow tennis player. He is 63, his daughter just had a baby and his son is getting married in July.
So I have a broken foot and I cannot run. But I am alive.
Happy Running! Thanks for your support.

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